“There is money inside, mother!” exclaimed our young hero, in surprise.
“How much is it?” asked his mother.
Andy stooped over and picked up the bank-note.
“Why, mother, it’s a fifty-dollar bill!” he exclaimed. “It looks genuine, too. There’s no humbug about it. Who can have sent us so much money?”
Meanwhile, Mrs. Gordon had been looking to the end of the letter to discover who had written it.
“Andy,” she said, “it’s from an old uncle of mine, who lives near Buffalo, in the town of Cato.”
“What’s his name, mother?”
“Simon Dodge. He is the oldest brother of my mother.”
“You never mentioned him to me,” said Andy.
“No; he had almost passed out of my recollection. Uncle Simon never wrote letters, and so it happens that, for twenty-five years, none of us have ever heard anything of him.”